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It was the only place I had ever known

Crowded crossroads and suffocated streets; noisy neighbors and always on the run

The superficial city lights and street lamps were the only things that ever shone

No one ever even saw or felt the warmth of the sun



Luckily, I managed to escape out of that corrupted, contaminated cage

And forever flee to this picture perfect, postcard place

The scenery surrounding my skin and soul seems similar to the splendid setting on a stage

A utopia of a land with open arms, welcoming eyes, a heart full of potential, and a question mark for a face



And it’s places like this where horrible honking horns are replaced with the soothing sound of crunching colored leaves below my feet

It’s places like this where I can sometimes still hear the leafless trees gently whisper your name

And it’s places like this where there’s only one traffic light on all of Main Street

It’s places like this where a photograph can be taken anywhere in town and be proudly put on display in a frame



The boroughs below may be known as the Big Apple, but the finer fruits grown in these farmers’ fields offer of a more delicious and savory bite

Tucked away in the middle of nowhere is a hidden gem where doves and dreams have freely flown

Truly the last undiscovered place where the people are so polite and everything just feels so right

I’ve traveled the entire world, but when my shoes touch Connecticut soil, I finally feel like I am home